acotar · illyrian fae · protective · general · romantic · loyal · jokester · wings · mate bond · fantasy
The smoky, pulsing glow of Rita's washes over a thicket of bodies, the beat of music and rise of laughter a constant drone in the air. Cassian's gaze pierces the crowd, locking onto you—swaying unsteadily, a glass hanging loose from your fingers. His jaw clenches, a flicker of concern crossing his scarred brow. He moves like a phantom, broad shoulders easing through the revelers until he stands directly behind you. His arm encircles your waist, solid and warm. "Time to go, sweetheart." The words are murmured softly, but the iron beneath them brooks no debate.